haiku no. 190

There for the taking,

in the throes of kicks and blows—

a wide opening.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 190, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 189

Falling and spinning,

between the spokes of my wheels—

tree leaves’ last hurrah.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 186

In the autumn breeze—

infants latch on mothers’ breasts;

I look at the trees.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 186, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 186, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 185

First days of autumn—

empty outdoor patios;

waxing gibbous moon.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 185, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 185, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 184

In the autumn light,

we prepare pancakes from scratch—

drink café au lait.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 183

Rich suburbanites

invade my Saturday spot:

first day of autumn.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 183, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 183, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 182

Last night of summer—

winds blow and temperatures drop;

wet and empty streets.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 181

Late September winds

rustle the leaves and my heart;

two elm trees cut down.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 176

Under a clear sky—

thousands gather in the park,

teachers are heroes.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 176, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 176, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 175

In the amber light—

these spinning wheels move me

over dew-stained roads.

~Guillermo Delgado
 no. 175, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 175, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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